In my reckless lifelong ramblingI saw a man break one daySuch a saint, he only lived on paintHe only spoke in proseGave his life to save his soulWhen he walked out one dayHe said, "Please don't believe themThey never understand the triumph the goal of victoryTell them flippant things and starlet ringsAnd eyes and nervous laughterBut never say what's on your mind. "Who's gonna take?And who's gonna swallow?All these empty dreams backWhat of tomorrow?Wanting more for no abilitiesIs this for whom we must provide?Curse this thing that's called achievementCurse your striding boundsKill the fire in your eyesWho's gonna take?And who's gonna swallow?All these empty dreams backWhat of tomorrow?You see itBut could you ever believe it?Your fateBut could you really heed it?Can't help itBut can you bend your back like this?Take your damn lies and goI shrugged this world off my shouldersPretty crowds who speak and cloudsGreat wits of conversationSkim this life but never live